"State Route 66 along with your scooter for Ringo, when suddenly a sixteenth century golden cross chased by a huge bird eyes so big and so red and the red tail lights seem to Alfa Arna 1984. At first determined that it could be the infamous Men's moth (with conjunctivitis), who has been terrorizing the American motorists following them for long stretches of highway in a threatening and bad breath permanently.
According to your intuition, but may also be one of those nice barn with 200 kilograms of fine dust and dandruff greedy man. "
According to your intuition, but may also be one of those nice barn with 200 kilograms of fine dust and dandruff greedy man. "
seize Inside the car for a moment looked troubled presenter Roberto Giacobbo busy sow the filthy beast and simultaneously read the letters arrived in the newsroom. The presenter of your favorite program is in danger! Get in the action using: a comb, a bit 'of your "wet" day and a trained buffalo.
Tommylovechucknorris: Very embarrassing situation. I usually like the best roads to Route 66, travel with my own Ferrari Testarossa. But unfortunately it was the mechanic, and then the only reason why I'm walking this road, it's because I have to go take my buffalo trained to look for work. But suddenly, I see beside me a golden sixteenth chased by a strange bird. At first I think I let it go, but then I recognize the one who is driving the car: Robert Jacob, the conductor of Voyager, my favorite program. I have to save him, if I want to keep intact my program on Monday evening. Knowing that the Hawks are big eaters of fine dust and human dandruff, use a comb to remove un po' di forfora dai miei capelli e contemporaneamente appallottolo il mio umido di giornata per formare una pallina. Adesso cospargo la polpetta di forfora e di alcuni peli che ho preso dal mio bufalo e ne ottengo una polpetta che puzza di shampoo alle erbe e fango di palude. Mentre mi avvicino alla cinquecento, l'uccellaccio tenta di attaccarmi con delle beccate terribili, ma io le schivo e riesco a infilare la polpetta nel tubo di scarico. La polpetta viene sparata nella bocca dell'uccello, che si sazia con questa pallina alla forfora e fumi di scarico. Io e Roberto riusciamo a depistarlo, e a portarci in un luogo sicuro. Per ringraziarmi, Roberto convincerà la redazione di Voyager ad assumere il bufalo come curatore della rubrica "lettere da casa", visto che Roberto is now no longer able to read with all the commitments he has. (sent from Tommylovechucknorris)
